We have reached the end. We stand at the cliff and stare into the abyss. I watch with an acking heart and a mind in rage. I hear of the promise of salvation, but my eyes do not bare witness.

I want to lash-out. I want to shake those that are not aware out of their complacency. I want to blast thoughs responcible into their graves in the way only the hopeless can. I will let God decide if I was wrong. Not being God I have no other recourse.

I see no savior. Not on this planet. How do we save ourselves from the radiation coming out of Fukushima? How do we save ourselves from starvation? How do we save ourselves from the hungry hordes? How do we save ourselves from any and all of the Major Extinction Events that are careening or way? How many of us have the means to defend against the onslaught?

There is no science-fiction I’ve ever read or seen that will match what is unfolding. As I sit here in this coffee shop looking at the people around me, all I see are unaware victims. Bodies waiting to rot where they fall. The stench of death warfing over the land that only scopions and roaches will be able to live in.